Chapter 4: Getting to Know Pastor Ken

Over the course of the summer I got to know Pastor Ken and Cheri even better and had a couple of meals with them. There were always other leaders with us so it wasn’t like it was a personal dinner or anything but I still got to talk to them on a more social basis and not so much church-related.

Pastor Ken expressed an interest in my college studies, especially since I was attending a strict Christian university, and we spent a lot of time comparing notes between mine and a similar one that he had attended. We both got a good laugh especially in comparing the morality requirements. At my school they are called “Lifestyle Guidelines” whereas at his it was “The Pledge”. His school was even more strict than mine in that he had to actually sign a document pledging not to engage in certain activities and agreed to discipline including expulsion for any violations.

For me, we have “guidelines” under the pretense that they aren’t mandatory. Of course, attendance at school is not “mandatory” either so there was an implied threat that if you don’t follow the guidelines you can’t attend school there.

Things got more interesting when we started to compare how well we actually followed the rules. It started out innocently enough - more about drinking and dirty dancing than anything else. Then it got to the point where our confessions got a bit more risqué. Although we didn’t go into the details TOO deep, but by the time we were done we both knew the other had no respect for the “no sex” and “no immorality” sections of the rules.

I found this especially interesting for him given his intent to be a pastor but then I guess that was being unfair. After all he was a man and all men are animals deep down; it’s a question of how house-broken they are! It wasn’t until I laid in bed that night with my fingers pretending to be Pastor Ken’s cock in me that I thought about the longer term implications of our little confessional. Although neither of us directly said it, the implication was that we both shared an interest in recreational sex and that that interest for him had not diminished after school - or even after marriage!

Hmmmmmm...

After that my mom and I had another of our little mother-daughter talks when I told her about my discussion with Pastor Ken and how he seemed to be eyeing me more openly now. In fact, once he even patted me lightly on the ass as he told me to go help someone which would have been rather innocuous except the last pat was more of a grab! He turned away and I didn’t get to see his eyes afterwards but it left me wondering...